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It gets verse.

Once in a blue moon, a muse with training wheels wobbles past and accidentally drops something almost fully formed into the back of my head. This last happened more than two years ago, resulting in this piece.

It happened again on the subway ride home last night. Without further apology or explanation, here's the result:

Dub Poem

Our soldiers are dying,
Our leaders are lying,
All in the name of the Dubya.

Economy's crawling
As the C-in-C's drawling:
Hail the all powerful Dubya!

Homelessness growing,
House-building slowing,
Deficit owing: thank Dubya.

Poverty rising,
Super-rich thriving;
Tax breaks for buddies of Dubya.

Media collusion
When Rumsfeld pursues 'em -
Fawning and bowing to Dubya.

Corruption on NASDAQ,
Fudged books and kickbacks,
MBAs mentored by Dubya.

Democracy gasping,
Voters left asking -
Which of you voted for Dubya?

But online our voices
Can still express choices -
Thank dubya, dubya, dubya.


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Yes. I know. I'm deeply sorry.